She crosses her long, cute legs, and my gaze follows the motion. She's wearing an oversized shirt, hanging loose over her thighs. I want to take it off.
"What is it you want to talk about?" I ask, dropping onto the couch and pulling her into my arms. Since she's still annoyed with me, I expect her to pull away, but instead, she sinks into me.
"It's, um…" she gulps. "It's about the wedding…"
"Our wedding?" I scoff. "That's not happening, Lucy. We're only fake dating."
Her jaw tightens, anger flashing in her eyes. I know she's talking about her cousin's wedding, but spiting her is just too tempting.
"You idiot." She rolls her eyes. "I'm talking about my cousin's wedding."
"Ohhh, I thought you had fallen in love with me and were already planning ours."
"I would never fa
